Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (24 page)

“
Uh-oh,” Ione
muttered.

A furiously masturbating slipper threw
herself at Mark, acting with swift resolve on a long-harbored
fixation, then women were piling on him, all self-control vanished.
Emma saw his expression shift precipitously, devolving to a skulk’s
leering mask.

“
No!” she screamed, but it
was too late.

There was sudden chaos as Mark lurched among
them, muttering gutterally, clutching randomly at flesh, an
agonizing need wrought in the blanked beauty of his features as he
lifted slippers effortlessly, dragged them to the water, pent under
his great arms. For one pulse-hammering instant Emma met his gaze,
flooded with an inexorable lust, a total revelation of desire.

“
Round
two!
” Manassa belted, voice settling
like a wet blanket on their affairs. Everything went still as the
rules were forcibly reasserted.

Mark lurched from the hot pool, shedding
women with every step.

“
Wait!” Emma implored as he
sprinted up the encircling lawn, but he dove into a neighboring
avenue without looking back and swam quickly from sight, leaving
them in troubled silence.

Ione
returned to their
spacious Lap
apartment
late
r on,
shut the door carefully behind her. Across the salon the arched
access to the hot pool had been blocked with thick drapes and Emma
was already present, as they had planned in advance. Most of the
women were soundly asleep in their various streamside
residences.

But Mark was still awake. That was not
good.

“
So… How are you feeling?”
Ione tried to sound casual. “Tired?”

“
I dunno,” he
shrugged.

Emma cleared her throat, took a long draught
of fruit juice drawn from their plentiful supply. Ione poured
herself a glass, offered one to Mark, who shook his head.

“
Crazy straddleboat stuff,
huh?” Emma temporized. “It was fun till… you know.”

Mark leaned back against the raised
cushioning of the bed’s circular perimeter, not bothering to hide
his erection. “Yeah. Good times…” he sardonically intoned.

Ione stepped to the other
side of their bed,
a giant round affair
with a raised perimeter on which three voluptuous, back-bent women
stood to hoist a red linen canopy. Their heads gazed down from
under its gently tented peak and their lithe arms swept back to
clasp a circular rim that draped a plunging skirt. Its lacy,
wavelike hem demurely concealed the women’s magnificent rumps, but
their powerfully carved legs were bared to mid-thigh. The bed had
three wide drawers built into its base,
crammed with a selection of their most commonly employed toys;
oral in one drawer, anal in another, vaginal and penile in the
third
. It
was by
now a very personal place to Ione, though it bore more evidence of
Emma’s lively personality—the giant round mattress had been
furnished by the little blond with a colorful complement of
pillows, and the rim of its canopy skirt was hung with whips and
straps of varying severity.

Ione pulled a glow gnome closer to the bed.
She had come to adore the handsome, blue-toned creatures, which
were all identical in size and appearance—formed in the Gnomon’s
image, it was said. She pushed its left nipple to summon a
vermillion gaze, directed the faint radiance that resulted onto the
sprawled forms of Mark and Emma. A few more connections with the
right nipple raised its intensity to the level she had expected.
Gnomes produced randomly varying output over time for some reason,
requiring frequent recalibration. Another one nearby blew a stiff
current of fragrant air over the bed through pursed lips, and Ione
nippled it down to a more seductive effect.

“
So, about what happened…”
She watched Mark carefully.

“
Yeah. I know. Been talking
to Emz about it. Didn’t think it was possible to get so worked up,”
he unhappily acknowledged.

“
But the way you reacted…”
Ione trailed off hesitantly.

Mark looked away. “I really am sorry.”

“
It’s not like that,” Emma
sympathized. “I couldn’t go this long without getting off. It would
drive
anyone
crazy.”

“
Why don’t we just forget
about it. Get some sleep.” Ione slung her legs over the bed’s
raised perimeter of cushions and snuggled suggestively against its
slanted embrace.

Mark was silent, stared off meditatively.

Ione met Emma’s glance, uncertain how to
proceed. The man in bed with them was deep in their trust, knew
every vital secret of the Lap. He was in a perfect position to
betray the women if that was his ambition. But he was also a
pivotal figure in the administration of their society; the most
desirable male they had ever encountered, beautiful to look upon
and constantly aroused. His complicity with their leadership
drastically simplified what would otherwise have been a socially
untenable situation.

But after the incident in the hot pool Ione
knew that the question of his sexuality had to be investigated as
soon as possible. She smiled, ran her eyes over Mark’s brawny
profile, accentuated by the slanted gaze of the gnome. Reaching
around, she slid the nearest of the bed’s circumferential drawers
open, fumbled for a suitable toy.

“
Mind if get off?” she
innocently inquired.

Mark lightened at this prospect, settled
himself more comfortably on the vast plain of their mattress.
“Please do.”

Ione glanced at the device in her hand; a
rather dramatic implement for the situation—more of a party toy—but
decided it would serve.

“
What’s
that
?”
Mark blinked
at the sight of a
shapely
phallus
attached to a
thick rubber mouth grip
.

“
It’s a hummer,” she
explained, handing it to Emma.

Her lover giggled, inviting
him closer. She
slipped
the mouthpiece between her lips
and
clamped down firmly with her teeth to lever the phallus confidently
from her head. Ione lay down on the bed and spread her legs to a
dignified width.

“
I’ll have cherry,” she
decided. Emma reached to a caddy mounted on one of the poster legs
and procured a long bottle with a feminine taper, lubricated the
phallus projecting from her lips with a deft submersion.

Mark chuckled at this gimmick, but it
returned glistening and succulent and headily aromatic of fruit,
dispelling any cynicism. Emma poised it before Ione’s compact
sexuality, freshly shampooed at the hot pool.

“
Proceed,” she
ordered.

Emma smiled around the hummer grip and nosed
it forward to nestle at her labia with all decorum appropriate to a
doyenne’s bed. Ione relaxed, letting Mark see her lips widened by
Emma’s respectful penetration. No one would ever have been allowed
to witness their earlier affair with the leg—Ione cringed at the
thought of what that would have cost her dignity. But the hummer
was such an inherently servile toy it didn’t bother her to
demonstrate it. Especially for Mark.

“
Deeper.”

Emma drove the hummer to its full extent
inside her, and Ione felt a warmth develop, an effect of the syrup,
which ran in excess down her crotch to tickle her sphincter. Emma
withdrew half-way, settled herself squarely, weight balanced on her
wide-planted hands and knees, rump angled dramatically into the
air, then filled Ione with cock again.

“
Hum,” she
demanded.

Emma obligingly exhaled through the
mouthpiece of the toy and a lopsided little flywheel within it spun
from the pressure generated, imparting a ticklish vibration to the
phallus. Her breath was vented back out the base to whisper past
her chin. She inhaled through her nose and blew harder into the
device, producing a sleazy burr that was prolonged by the
mechanism’s within to a continuous hum.

“
That’s nice… Give her a
good buzz…” Mark encouraged.

Emma took another deep breath and the hummer
shuddered again, warming her snooch to a sincere appetite.

“
Deeper, Emma. Get your nose
in there.”

“
Yeah…” Mark urged,
distractedly fingering his erection, and Ione considered simply
trying to get him off again by some conventional means. But it was
hard enough to arrange a covert encounter without risking the wrath
of their community, and they had to attempt something different
this time.

Emma forced the hummer up her cunt till its
flared base nudged her clitoris, conferring a blissful shiver.

“
Knows how to show a woman a
good time, doesn’t she?” Mark observed.

“
Indeed,” Ione nodded.
“Can’t keep her face out of a hungry twat.”

“
Gets
all
up into it,” Mark enthused,
maneuvering a little closer to watch. Emma thrust deeper, huffing
away cheerfully, and Ione’s vagina took a series of hard strokes as
the vibration built to a noisy sputter. She grinned, let herself
enjoy the sight of her lover’s blond hair whirling
about.

“
That’s it, sweetie.
Blow.
”

Mark was sincerely aroused now and Emma
really got her neck into it, inhaling at the top of every third
stroke, blasting the hummer to a noisy service that quickened
Ione’s desire.

“
Don’t you stop. Keep that
thing humming…”

Emma delivered a bucking and blowing
performance that steadily developed Ione’s excitation toward
release. Her shapely ass cheeks arched with each plunging
intromission of the toy, which was now pleasantly warm from her
laboring breath. After a pleasant interval of penetration Ione felt
her accelerate to a culminating effort. She closed her eyes.

“
Let’s finish nice and
lively,” she encouraged, astonished by the strength of this
unscheduled ardency. “Drive it home,” she coaxed, ready to let go,
and Emma hammered into her cunt with the madly vibrating
device.

But after a little she slowed.

Ione felt the smaller woman poke her ribs,
opened her eyes to discover that Mark had fallen asleep. Emma was
staring at her through a maze of blond locks, silenced by the
smile-inducing breadth of the hummer grip, waiting to
disengage.

Ione scanned Mark’s face in repose. Emma was
obviously expecting her to do the reasonable thing…

“
Keep going,” she whispered.
“In the asshole.”

Emma blinked, swung to check Mark’s
condition, inadvertently spattering cherry syrup about. Turning
back she aligned the hummer, pushed its phallus tentatively into
Ione’s sphincter as she prepared to rub out a quick finish. But
Emma’s timid exhalation yielded a wistful, meandering sound and a
uselessly faint vibration.

“
Oh, fuck it…” Ione muttered
in annoyance. “Forget it. Get out.”

The smaller woman disengaged from her and
they managed to extricate themselves from the bed without waking
Mark. Ione glanced to her companion, gauging her audacity.

Emma took a deep breath, then nodded
once.

Mark woke somewhat later, sprawled wide at
the center of the bed.

Ione smiled. “Get some rest?”

There was a pause as he considered things.
“Um… yeah. Guess that’s what I decided to do,” he muttered in
bewilderment.

She took position with Emma at the perimeter
of the bed to behold his chronically aroused manhood, so frequently
seen in this secret state of desperation its masterly tilt had
become an ironic symbol to them. Except for the doyennes, no one
was aware that he never climaxed. The Lap women jealously assumed
that Ione and Emma could give him that pleasure, and they had never
corrected this impression. It would have drastically reduced their
credibility as lovers—and leaders.

“
Is this some twisted new
version of ‘let’s remember?’” Mark demanded. “Because to tell you
the truth, I’m kinda tired of talking about a past I don’t have. If
you don’t trust me by now I should probably just go. It may be hard
to get into the Lap, but it’s easy enough to leave.”

“
This has nothing to do with
trust,” Ione quietly replied.

“
Really?” he winced, hauling
at his restrained limbs till the bed lurched. “So why am I strapped
down like a skulk? Seems to me trust has at least some part in
whatever’s going on.”

“
You can leave if you really
want to,” Emma gambled, bestowing her softest, most submissive
glance on him. “You know that…”

“
Oh, well in that case… If
you actually
mean
it… Yep; I’m gonna leave.”

“
Shut up,” Ione said in a
tone that ended any pretense of friendliness. Emma produced a small
toy.

“
For fuck’s sake,
what is
that?
”
Mark
balefully inquired.

The little blond was
holding a compact
,
rigid shield
that could be
clamped
to
the base
of
a
penis. It
allowed the
genitals to be whipped
without
concern for an over-hard strike to
the scrotum, which
was
protected
—
and
this was the truly devious aspect of the
toy—
only so long as the shaft
to which it was secured
remained
turgid
.